I always thought the end of the world was a myth. But then, I also thought Norse gods were make-believe too. They're not. Five of them are coming for me. They claim I will only survive if I surrender to them, body and soul. But they don't realize it's about so much more than carnal servitude. I am so much more than they could ever suspect. So much more than even I knew. I am the only one who can stop Ragnarök from covering the world in ice and darkness. The only one who can save gods and men alike from annihilation.

They always called me crazy. Sociopath. A monster without a conscience. I always thought they were right. I've never backed down from anything, and the only thing that has ever soothed the monster in my chest was killing. Then, she walked into my life. The woman who seduced me, so she could sell my secrets to my enemy. I should have killed her, but when I looked into her eyes, I knew she was the only one who could save me from myself.

He sacrificed everything for me. The beast who took me against my will and tied my soul to his so tightly I can no longer breathe without him. He sacrificed his freedom. His life. For me. They say love will make you do anything, give anything. But what’s between him and I - it isn’t love. It’s a bond. And my destruction. 

I never thought being saved from pain, degradation and death could come at such a twisted price. He is nightmares made flesh, the living embodiment of everything I fear. Yet in my darkest hour, he is the one who comes for me. If he demands my submission in return, how can I deny him?

My mate became mine during a heinous experiment designed to punish her for her disobedience. The scientists who locked me in a cage and stole my humanity gave her to me to ravage. To break. But she is far more than a warm body to distract me from my torment. She is mine. They took everything from me - but I won’t let them do the same to her. She fears me, but there is nothing I won’t give to save her. Even my own life.